Much had happened in a short time.
Since leaving the chaos that was the meeting of the Foothills herd, Mirage had talked with her own followers, as well as earned a gift she didn't quite know the extent of. But time would unveil all.

The inky mare climbed the peak of a mountain she had climbed so often. Memories flooded her visage, each of them varied and most of them pleasant. A familiar golden, laughing face flickered in almost every one of her memories of this place, though it was shadowed now by a dark, deceiving look of hatred. A sigh left the mare. There was nothing she could do about Brooke; the mare had evidently stolen Torasin's heart and was not about to set it loose again. Though Mirage longed to shake some sense into Torasin, she could not break what happiness he had found.

Rishima had spoken to Mirage of Torasin, though she was vague, apparently deeming it more fitting for the stallion to 'explain himself' as it were. Mirage was curious what her sister meant, and so she was this day, seeking the gilded paint. It had been too long since they had last spoken together, just the two of them. With he raising a collection of colts, and she doing her best to lead the Qian, there was little opportunity for their paths to cross without interruption. But maybe, just maybe, today they might be lucky.

A gentle call was let loose across the Fields. The mare felt sadness for the ugly scars that marred their colourful celebration of the sun, a charred, scorched path cut by flames of the Sun God's own fury. Could he not see that he scorched the very flowers which relied on his light to survive? He had such little respect and love for the mortals he hoped to rule, it was no wonder he had been unpopular of late. The balance had been shifted, too much into his favour, and now he was paying the penalties; exile, Mirage had heard. Exile from the lands that allowed the Gods to call themselves Gods.

Still, should Mirage ever cross his path again, she would treat him with the same deference she had treated the Gods of Earth and Moon. A small sigh escaped her, as the mare idly twitched her tail, and hoped she would soon be joined by a painted friend, just as Akaith looked forward to seeing the young brown that was eternally bound to him.

[ I figured we can set this before the meeting, and Mirage and Tor can talk about Tor's adventures and new magics etc? ^^ ]